Visits to the Cemetery
Visits to the cemetery,
Would rather be making deposits to a comissary.
Can't believe you thought your presence, wasnt necessary.
Nearly twelve years without seeing you,
Ironically i was twelve when i last seen you.
Time flew; really wish you gave a cue.
But that's life, nothing is ever given.
It is more about what you are giving, and being purposed driven.
This visit was long over due,
Thanks to you, Brother i grew.
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